Camille Pissarro, Place du Theatre Français, Spring
In the "wish I was there" category — Paris in springtime which, not coincidentally, is when I first went there. It was Easter weekend so the French had closed the place down. Germans, Japanese, and we were left stranded every morning on the steps of the Louvre wistfully looking at locked doors and paging through guidebooks to see if anything might be open. No formal sightseeing was available but luckily Paris itself is enough. And it was.